Kitchen TableFew memories of a childhood gone by have proven to be so enduring and fondly remembered as those of family dinners. Our bustling family of six, so distracted and scattered during the day would come together at night to talk and laugh and debate. I sat at the head, between my grandmother and my sister, Adrienne. My other sister, Emily sat across from my mother and next to my father. Our personalities were strikingly obvious after only a few moments watching us at dinner. My father told us long stories about his day at work, and if we were lucky, he’d tell us an extended joke or two. These jokes would make us all laugh, I in full hyeKitchen Table
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